I Hear You Talking In Your Sleep Mga Nobela at Kwento

I close my eyes. But sleep never comes. All I can hear is the sound of my own voice saying "yes" when what I wanted to say was... I don't know.

He watched me as if he wanted to capture every tiny reaction I had. "On the nights we slept together, I was relaxed and happy, so I didn't have nightmares. I could have had dreams about you, which also happens, but I think having you there with me was already my dream." I sighed and noticed a smug little smile on his face, but I kept talking, "These nightmares are vivid and cause me absolute terror. I talk in my sleep and often scream. I wake up feeling awful, and sometimes I can't wake up at all. My mother took me to all kinds of sleep specialists, sleep therapies, and everything else. But nothing worked."

"I'm worried you'll cry again." My eyes went wide, my heart skipping a beat. "You...you knew?" He inhaled deeply, obviously fighting his lethargy as hard as he could. "You might not know this, but I can sense the slightest change in your breathing. Even in my sleep." My eyes went wide. There's no way... He's joking, right? His eyes slipped closed, his lashes fluttering softly. "I saw you crying in my sleep. It felt like a memory. Hearing you cry must have triggered it. But it was...strange," he slurred. "A different name kept coming to my mind."

I will have my rest to save my stamina to fight with him. I was circling the whole room but I paused and went back to the bed, and pulled my blanket, and slept. If he doesn't care, I don't want to give a fuck to him too. ******************************** "How is she? Did she regain her consciousness? " was I dreaming or something, why was I hearing his voice? Was I hallucinating because I was thinking about him too much before I fell asleep? Why am I even hearing his voice? He doesn't even care about me. Yet I was eager and wished it was him, wished he had arrived in the Clinic. I was half-conscious but my smelling ability was cent percent active.

It seemed like he truly suffered while I was gone. Suddenly, I heard him speak. I jumped in surprise, thinking he had woken up, but that wasn’t the case. He seemed to be having some fever-induced dream that was causing him to murmur in his sleep. He was speaking, but his voice was very low. I put my ear close to his lips and tried to hear what he was saying. What shocked me was when I heard the words “I’m sorry… Caroline.”

His smirk widens listening to my explanation. "So you are not thinking about running away from here in the middle of the night with the papers of power of attorney while I sleep," he asked in his mocking tone. He knew what I was planning. But how the hell does he know about it? I put more pressure on my brain to think if I somehow unknowingly gave him the bloody hint. But I can't remember anything like that. Did I talk about it in my sleep? But I don't talk when I sleep. How do you know if you talk or not in your sleep? Remember you always sleep alone so who will tell you if you do.

The time that makes you lose your senses. I opened my eyes after he put on his shirt. He walked toward the door, then paused. He looked back at me with a glint in his eyes. “By the way,” he said, his voice smooth, “You talk in your sleep.” “What?” I asked, my eyes growing wide and I felt like the ground should swallow me. He didn't answer me, he only winked at me and walked out, closing the door behind him. I sat there, stunned. What the hell did I say in my sleep?

I shot back, irritation rising. "The commander won't take it lightly if that's your excuse," he warned. "It's not my fault!" I snapped. I was just about to step into the bathroom when he said something that made me freeze. "You're talking in your sleep." Wait—what? Hold on a second… Did he hear everything I was saying? How long had he been standing there? "I was talking?" I asked, stunned. "Yeah, you were," he replied, his tone too casual for my comfort.

“I don’t usually sleep. Not like that.” I shifted beside him. “Is it insomnia?” He gave a soft, humorless laugh. “Sort of. I usually just… stay up. My mind doesn’t shut off easily. I don’t know. Guess watching you sleep is more peaceful than staring at the ceiling.” I blinked. “You watch me sleep?” “Occasionally.” He smirked a little. “You talk in your sleep, by the way.” My eyes widened. “I do not.” “You do,” he said with mock seriousness. “Once you mumbled something about burnt heels and arrogant eyebrows. I’m still trying to decode it.”

he asks, and I have a hard time not rolling my eyes. “What do you think?” I mutter. “Seriously dude, you've been alive for three millennia, shouldn't you be able to get a read on a person by now?” “Who were you talking to?” he demands, disregarding my snarky remarks. “I was just talking in my sleep.” “No, Callista. You never talk in your sleep; I know that because I've been monitoring you for quite some time now,” he replies, leaning closer. “Who is that? Callista? Who speaks with you in your dreams?”